Текст песни Вера Матвеева - Золушка

Poems by David Samoilov

Oaring winter sun
The road is flooded.
Cinderella is busy all day
Busy with business.

The foster daughter wants
At the stepmother's house.
The receptionist is homeless
Who needs it?

Cinderella does the laundry
Children are rocked by Cinderella
And Cinderella hums -
Silver neck.

The winter road shines,
Mountain ash, bullfinches.
For rare aspen trees
The ray of dawn fades.

And you will look at the outside windows
Endless spaces -
Neither foot nor horse,
No friend, no messenger.

Cinderella washes the dishes
Cinderella looks out the window
And Cinderella hums:
"Oh, my grief, grief!"

All sisters are married
For nearby kings.
With adversity, with resentment
They all go to her and to her.

A needle glistens in the hands
It's winter in the window.
Aging Cinderella
She sews the shoe herself ...

1972